The commonality of hate. [Books I love: May 2021 week 2]
Where does hatred come from? Where do its origins lie? Who thought of it first and then passed it on in inheritance? How have we learned to hate? Why do our eyes even register differences? Haven’t all religions been clear about treating all humans as equal, at least? If they haven’t, are we in a culturally sensible enough age to know the deficiencies and do away with them? Why should this book be so relevant? I’m being hopelessly optimistic about humans here. Whereas, history has shown time and again that humans hate better than they love. Love hasn’t brought together people ever in history, as much as hate has. All the terrible empires have risen out of hate, from Temujin in the 1200s to Adolf in the 1900s. why does this underlining of difference make it easier for people to hate?
Such is the universality of the above statement, that it will bring up separate issues for you depending on which country you belong to. If you’re Indian, it makes you think I’m talking about the caste system, if you’re American, it makes you think I’m talking of racism. If you’re from the Middle East, it makes you think of Zionism, maybe or anti-Semitism, no matter where you are. The list of hate terminologies is endless; because hate is endless.
“Between the World and Me” is a letter, not a book. A letter from a father to his son. Ta-Nehisi Coates talks about the life African-Americans live and suffer in the United States. He underlines better than anyone I’ve read, the cost of a life. He makes it elaborate and simple, simultaneously. The fight that African-Americans fight, is for their body. Their very bodies are political. In subduing their bodies alone, evil feels a sense of triumph. This evil comes not only in the form of bullets but also in the disguise of systematic discrimination. In the form of incarcerations, in the form of substance abuse, in the form of violence, and in the form of loss and grief. There’s no escaping it. It is the truth that America has created for itself, the moment it harbored the first slave ship. A truth that America so desperately tries to hide, but fails colossally.
Coates digs into the spirit. Something very few writers are able to do. This is obviously because everything he writes comes from the digging of his own spirit. The only other work I’ve read that made me feel this way was when I read “Annihilation of Caste” by Dr. B.R. Ambedkar. And in that sense at least, the two books are the same.